Friday, October 30, 2015

Happy book birthday Dark submissions!!!

Dark Submissions
Laurel Cremant

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Dark Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Winged Moon Publishing

Date of Publication: October 31st 2015

ISBN: 0991635728

Number of pages: 110
Word Count: 25,000

Cover Artist: Taria Reed Digital Artist

Book Description: 

Love doesn't exist only in the light. Travel to the Underworld and get lost in the dark with three erotic tales of sensuality, lust, and the quest to find love...

Death’s Hope

The dating scene in Hell is rough for a woman who embodies the essence of pure hope, but Dora is trusting that death demon, Alphonse, won’t mind introducing her to a little sin. Her plan to convince Alphonse she’s no innocent demon-in-training, takes a wicked turn, when Alphonse decides to show her exactly how decadent his needs are.

Guilt’s Pleasure

Vengeance demon, Morgan, is looking for a little relief from a guilty conscious, and fire demon, Dax, has just the remedy for her within the walls of his dungeon. A simple bargain for relief turns sensual, when Dax realizes Morgan needs more from him than a steady hand and a long whip. 

War’s Peace

Being a war demon isn’t all fun and chaos. The existing peace demon has decided to retire and Hell’s rules dictate that there can be no war without peace. Not willing to give up any of her war games, wrath demon Alyssa is determined to make recently slain warrior, Elrich, her new partner in crime by any means necessary.
About the Author: 

Laurel is a romance author, who like most writers loves to read. Her first love (pun intended) has always been romance. From the sappy YA romance novel to the more risqué erotica novels, Laurel is a sucker for a good love story.

Laurel writes paranormal and contemporary romance and is a self-proclaimed, out of the closet nerd. She admits that she can't seem to avoid adding a bit of "nerdology" or "geek-dom" to all of her books. Living in Miami, she also admits that she can't seem to avoid giving her heroines gorgeous shoes, "In Miami, we worship everything strappy, open toed and just plain hot!"

Twitter: @LaurelCremant 

Instagram: @laurelcremant

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Happy Book Birthday Wicked Sunshine by Justine Winters!!

Title: Wicked Sunshine 
Series: A Rush Enterprises Novel
Author: Justine Winter
Genre: NA Romantic Comedy
Release Date: October 30, 2015 
Billionaire. Philanthropist. Manwhore.

Grayson Rush is a title sandwich that everyone’s trying to snack on, but when it comes to women he has rules that he’s been implementing for the past eight years of his twenty-seven year-old life. 

1. Condoms are sacred.
2. Never hook up with an employee.
3. No double dipping.

He likes his women fresh and their names forgotten, thrown in the bin along with their dignity. He’ll profess to being a deity of sex, that his precious Excalibur is the source of all gratification. And the media will attest to that. Satisfaction is his specialty. Pleasure is his mission.

But like all great heroes of history’s legends, he claims a weakness resonates in his rickety, tattered heart. The premise of more is his Kryptonite. The word alone invokes an instant BD: Boner Destroyer.

Why is it, then, when smart-mouthed, twenty-three year-old Maya Kennedy comes waltzing in his office, pitching her creative designer services, that he’s suddenly eager to rebel against his own foundations?

When his wise younger sister, and best friend conspire against him, he realises that chasing Maya might be just what he needs despite his reservations on romance. Love is a bitch, and her name is Sabrina. 

Stepping out of his cob-webbed past, he’s determined to keep the dust from tainting his future. 

Can a womanizing Manwhore change his ways, or is Gentleman a title too unattainable?

“Is there anything you can’t succeed at, Grayson?”

My magic wand and I can think of something. Oh, what I’d give to put a spell in her.  

“Do you want to know my secret?” I lean on the table, closing the gap between her lips and mine.  

“Yes,” she whimpers, her warm breath dances on the surface of my lips.  

“I never give up.”  

She closes her eyes as she swallows hard. I sit up, reinforcing the distance between us. I want her badly, I want her now. But when I kiss her, I want us alone where only I get the pleasure of watching her. I’m not about to put on a show for all the businessmen in the room.

“Come on, let me take you home.” I stand, holding out my hand to help her.

“Have I bored you already?”

“Quite the opposite,” I say, opening the door to let her through. On the quiet porch I guide her gently against the wall, away from the tumbling rain as we wait for Logan. “I’m captivated by you, Maya, and I’m not entirely sure what that means. I want you badly,” I press up against her, letting her feel how true my statement is.  

She moans in my ear, clearly excited at the prospect. I harden even more, painfully so, just as Logan pulls up in my limousine. “Where to, Maya?”

I’ve always lived a life based on my imagination, from hopeless dreams of romance to concocting alternate realities involving supernaturals. I’m completely fascinated with anything hero-related, and often speculate which superpower I’d possess. I haven’t settled on one yet.

I was born in England, and currently reside in Wales, UK. I love to write, and most days you’ll find me happily tapping away at the computer whilst in my pyjama-clad bubble. I also spend my time reading, and if that isn’t enough I’m often in the kitchen baking up a treat.


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Cross Keys: Revelation by Ally Shields W Giveaway!

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Book Description: 

If everyone keeps secrets, no
one will survive…

Six months after the
nightmare in Cross Keys, Kam Ryndel is enjoying her freedom in New Orleans and
doesn’t miss the constraints of Elven society. She’s immersed herself in
working missions for the CIA, even if it means less time to spend with her
boyfriend, Seth. Seth’s not so happy about that. Having shouldered the
responsibility of his family’s obligations, he’s losing patience with Kam’s
lack of commitment to her own—and to him. 

Then a guild worker is
attacked by an invisible assailant, and everyone suspects another portal breach
by rogues from Elvenrude. As Kam and Seth look for answers, a gang-related CIA
mission interrupts the investigation, and Kam is taken to a place she never
knew existed—beyond the Louisiana bayou.

Angered by Kam’s new
mission, Seth enlists the help of his cousin Rhyden to solve the mysterious
guild-worker attack. Instead of an assailant, they discover reports of ghost
sightings all over town. Not that unusual for New Orleans, but these
seem…different. In a mission complicated by gangsters, feuds, failing magic,
and old enemies—and the uncertain loyalty of the Elven king—Seth learns
something even worse. Kam is missing. And he isn’t sure if she’s alive or dead…


Swamp water lapped against the small watercraft, rocking it
gently. Kam shifted on the hard seat of the airboat’s cramped quarters, pushed
a strand of dark hair away from her face, and studied the forty-something man
across from her.

Noah Crain, senior agent, CIA. Sweat beaded on his forehead
from the unrelenting humidity of the late July night. He wiped it away and
squinted at the bundle of American one-hundred-dollar bills in his hand. The
single dim lantern barely lit the enclosed cockpit—a rarity on swamp boats—but
Crain was a covert operative. He didn’t like doing business in the open.

He flipped through the bills and looked up at her.
“Counterfeit. As I expected. They flood our country with drugs to support their
terrorist activities and then add to the insult by paying their pipeline with
funny money.” With a soft plunk, he dropped the currency next to two identical
packets on the extra seat beside him. “Thanks for bringing this. We’ll take it
from here. Another great job, Kam. There’ll be the usual deposit to your

She shrugged. The money was immaterial. Born into the
wealthy Ryndel family in Elvenrude, she’d never lacked for anything. The CIA
missions were merely small challenges for an Elite dark elf, amusing
adventures. “I need to go. I’m late.”

“About that…” Crain frowned at her. “Rescuing the girl
wasn’t part of your assignment. You could have been caught.”

“But I wasn’t. I either do these missions my way or not at
all.” How could he expect her to leave a fourteen-year-old girl in the hands of
the Mexican drug lords? Yes, she’d had to deactivate the invisibility magic and
reveal her presence in order to lead the girl out of that stinking hole. But it
had been worth it. Kam relaxed her shoulders and took the edge off her tone.
“I’ll be more careful in the future.”

He sighed and shook his head. “I wish I could believe that.”

Two minutes later, Kam leaped off the boat and sped across
the swamplands of southern Louisiana, headed for New Orleans. She was glad to be
going home and drew in a deep breath of the moist, earthy air. Her feet skimmed
the ground as she watched for alligators or vipers or unstable ground. Even at
her magically enhanced speed, a misstep into a watery hole or on the wrong head
or tail could lead to disaster.

Kam swung her head toward a dim flash of light, a blurry
movement on her left. Alligator hunters? She wound her fingers around the
invisibility amulet dangling from her neck and invoked the magic, then paused
on a patch of solid ground. Now that she couldn’t be seen, she took her time
peering around. Alert for any furtive movements out of sync with normal swamp
activity, she had almost given up when something whipped past a few feet away,
leaving only the faintest ripple in the marshy grasses.

A chill crept across her neck. A whiff of magical energy. A
ghost? A vampire? She’d heard stories of all kinds of strange sightings in and
around New Orleans but never seen anything supernatural except her own people.
She waited. A minute crawled by. And another. When nothing else occurred, she
continued toward the city.

Every sense was on edge, but she reached the outskirts
without a repetition of the puzzling magical trace. As the density of buildings
increased, Kam used the ancient magic in her silver wristband to leap onto the
rooftops and run across the cityscape.

My Review

I love this series! Jam and Seth and Rhy are too cool for school. Ok I know that's corny but they are great leads for characters and I am so excited to see them again! Kam is working for the CIA, Seth is trying to work his family business out, and that means less time for each other. There's some seriously good action scenes in this one too. And there's a little romance. And a lot of suspense! 

Kam doesn't want to settle down. She would rather be adventurous, almost to a failing point. But thank goodness that Seth and Rhyden and Etsy got her back. Lol I so want Etsy and Rhyden to end up together :) I'd love to see a book of them. And there's some excellent character growth of all the characters. You get to see more of them and learn a little more about them. I'm still on the fence about Noah Crain, the CIA agent. 

I like the writing style too. Everything flows so well and the plot line and twists kept me turning the pages! I love how nothing comes easy for any character. They all have real life struggles and after that ending, I'm seriously wanting book three!! Gimme!! 5 MAGICAL PAWS!! 


Ally Shields
grew up in the Midwest, taught school on the East Coast, has visited forty-two
of our states, and currently resides near Des Moines, Iowa, with her miniature
pinscher, Ranger. Writing has always been a part of her life, and in late 2008,
after  a career in law and juvenile
justice, she turned to full-time fiction writing. Her first urban fantasy
novel, Awakening the Fire, was published in 2012, followed by six additional
books in the series. She loves to travel in the US and abroad and incorporates
many of those settings into her books. Ally enjoys talking with readers and is
active in social media.

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Happy Book Birthday The Rise of the River Man by LS O'Dea!

The Rise of the River Man
Conguise Chronicles
Book 1
L. S. O’Dea
Genre: Fantasy, Paranormal
Publisher: LSODea
Date of Publication: 10/30/2015
ISBN: 978-1-942706-04-5
ASIN: B014I7M82I
Number of pages: 108 pages
Word Count: approx. 27,700
Cover Artist: Vincent OCampo

Book Description:
Obedient monsters are hard to create.
Mutter was sure that his pending execution at the Guards’ Shelter was the worst thing that could happen to him, but that was before he met Professor Conguise.
Now, he is living in a laboratory and the Almightys are giving him shots. He fears that they are attempting to mutate him into some kind of monster like those in the other cages. The creatures in the other cages are unnatural. Things that he can’t believe exist. Things that shouldn’t exist and if he doesn’t escape, soon he will become one of them.
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MUTTER WAS IN TROUBLE. No one wanted a Guard like him. He was too big and too strong and too ugly. He stretched out on the concrete floor and winced. He definitely had some broken ribs, but he’d fought and won with broken bones in the past. He started coughing. It was this sickness that had cost him the match. He sat up; the coughing subsided. He’d pleaded with Vickers, his Almighty master, not to make him fight but the money had already switched hands. He leaned his head against the bars of the cage. He’d lost the fight and now he’d lose his life. Vickers did not give second chances.
The door opened and a male Almighty around thirty years old with blond hair entered the room followed by Satcha, the House Servant who ran this establishment. The Guards’ Shelter didn’t allow visiting at this hour but Almightys did whatever they wanted. He didn’t even bother to stand up. No one wanted him. It was a bit embarrassing, but he’d tried to find a new home his first few days here. He’d even trimmed his beard, but it had done no good. Every time that he’d run to the front of the cage and had smiled at the Almightys, he’d smelled the fear on them as they’d passed. Most tried not to look at him, but he was big and scarred and hard to ignore.
They stopped in front of his cage.
Ableson, this is the one I told you about,” said Satcha. “Looks like he was a fighter, so he should be used to obeying. He does have a bad cough, but I thought he might work for you.”
The Almighty remained quiet, his blue eyes sizing Mutter up.
Come here,” said Satcha.
Mutter wanted to stay where he was to annoy the Servant but Guards like him didn’t get many chances for a home. He slowly stood, letting the Almighty get used to his size and appearance.
How old are you?” asked Ableson.
Not sure. Been around for a while but not too old.” That was the safe answer. He had counted nineteen winters but that might be too old or too young. He never could tell what an Almighty wanted.
By his teeth and body we estimate around twenty-five to thirty years,” said Satcha.
Ableson twirled his finger. Mutter understood that signal. Before the fights started, when the betting happened, he was often sized up by the gamblers. He turned in a circle, slowly, giving the Almighty time to study him.
I’m strong and healthy.” That was a lie but he would be healthy again. He just needed a little time and food.
Does have that cough, that I mentioned.” Satcha sent him a glare.
Just a little. From this damp, rotten place.” He hated Servants. They didn’t know when to keep their big mouths shut.
I need an obedient Guard.” The Almighty’s eyes roamed up and down his frame.
Won’t find one more obedient than me.”
Let’s see if that’s true.” Ableson walked down the aisle. “Is there another Guard who he’s close to?”
Him?” Satcha laughed, following the Almighty. “He’s so big and ugly even the other Guards stay away from him.”
Ableson stopped in the hallway. “Take this one out.”
The Servant opened the cage and slipped a rope over a young Guard’s neck. Mutter’s chest pinched. Typical. The Almighty’s always chose the young ones. His only chance was gone. They would walk out and soon he’d be executed. He started to sit back down, when the three of them stopped in front of his cage.
Put her in with him,” said Ableson.
Ah, we keep the younger ones separate from the older ones, especially the older males,” said Satcha.
The Almighty didn’t say a word, but his look was enough. The Servant muttered an apology and opened the door shoving the young Guard into Mutter’s cage.
He glanced at the little Guard who stood as far away from him as possible. She couldn’t have been older than nine. She had russet hair and large, frightened, brown eyes.
Hit her,” said Ableson, his tone conversational.
Wait,” said Satcha. “That one’s young and attractive. I can find a home for her. Let me get—”
I’ll pay for both.” The Almighty’s eyes never left Mutter.
Mutter kept his face a mask but his stomach clenched. He didn’t want to do this. He’d fought females before but they were all older, experienced fighters. This wouldn’t even be a fight.
I need an obedient Guard,” reminded Ableson.
The girl trembled in the corner, tears streaming down her soft, round cheeks. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
Pleading didn’t do any good. It didn’t change anyone’s mind. He knew the game and it would be her or him. He stared into the girl’s scared brown eyes. “Bruised, broken or dead?”
Just hit her. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
Mutter stepped forward. The girl curled in a ball on the floor, pleading and crying. He grabbed her by the shirt. She weighed next to nothing, all skin and bones. He punched her in the gut, making the blow look harder than it was, but the girl was so small she gasped and coughed. He hesitated, waiting for the Almighty to stop this, but no words came. He hit her again. She yelped in pain. He shifted his stance, stalling again and praying for the words that would allow him to quit, but the only sounds were the yells of the other Guards in the nearby cages. Most screamed for him to stop but some cheered him on. If the Almighty wouldn’t end this, he would. His next punch caught her upside the head, knocking her out. He let her slide to the floor.
He walked toward the Almighty.
I didn’t say stop.” Ableson’s blue eyes challenged him.
He stared at the girl on the floor. Only in the roughest fights, those to the end, did they hit opponents when they were down.
Forget it. He won’t work.” Ableson turned and headed for the door.
His only chance was leaving. He’d be dead tomorrow if that Almighty walked out the door. The girl’s tiny frame was about the size of his arm. She was still breathing. “Wait.”
Ableson walked back to the cage, a smug smile on his face. “Obey or I leave. This is your one warning.”
He nodded. His heart thudded as each footstep moved him closer to the little female. The other Guards had fallen silent. He grasped her by the back of the shirt. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes closed. His supper churned in his stomach. He stared at the tears on her cheeks as he punched her over and over, trying to hit non-vital parts but it was difficult. She was tiny and his fits were big.
Enough,” called the Almighty.
He lowered her to the floor. Her breath was ragged as blood trickled from her lips. His eyes burned, but no wetness came. He hadn’t cried since he’d lost his mother. It didn’t do any good. He wiped the girl’s blood on his shirt as he faced the Almighty.
Ableson smiled at him and handed an envelope to the Servant. “I’ll take him.”
Satcha looked in the envelope. “Ah, the price for the girl…”
Ableson frowned at the Servant but dug in his pocket and handed Satcha a few more bills. The Servant stuck them in his pocket and opened the cage door, putting a rope around Mutter’s neck. He fisted his hands, fighting the urge to kill both of them, but he’d never make it out of the shelter if he did that.
Come.” Ableson yanked on the rope.
What about her?” asked Satcha.
Do what you want with her.”
But…you already paid….”
If she lives, sell her again, or kill her. I don’t care.” Ableson walked toward the door.
Mutter refused to look back at the girl, the sacrifice for his freedom.

Author Interview

  1. What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

    It may seem clichéd but, write. Don’t worry about getting it perfect the first time around, just get it down. Every day, sit down and write for an hour or thirty minutes or whatever you can do. There will be some days when you don’t get it done due to other obligations. Don’t beat yourself up about it, just sit down and write the next day.

  2. How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning? Do you have any name choosing resources you recommend?

    Names, at least for the main characters, are important to me. For many, I used names of my dogs for the Guards in the books. I also often look up names and their meaning and then sometimes use a Greek or Latin variation on that name.

  3. What is your best marketing tip?

    Marketing is tough. I spent weeks researching. Then I spent a lot of money trying various advertisers. If I were to do it over again, I’d document what it said on the forums on Goodreads and KBoards, regarding which advertisers deliver. Oh, and make sure that you look at the recent blogs. Some advertisers worked great two years ago but are now overpriced for what they deliver.

    I also wouldn’t discount Facebook and Twitter. Although, I don’t have a lot of direct sales from either of these, I do see more page likes after running a Facebook ad and many of these people continue to engage in my posts. As with Twitter, I do see some sales from tweets and the tweets are free unless you use a third party to schedule them (which I recommend). I use Buffer and it is only $10 a month.

  4. Have you ever gotten into a bar fight?
    No, but I have witnessed quite a few. I bartended for over ten years. It was quite an experience. I remember this one group of people (husband, wife and their friend) who use to come in a lot. They always caused trouble. I dreaded seeing them enter, even though they tipped well and were regulars.

  5. If you were an animal in a zoo, what would you be?

    I find it interesting that you phrased the question specifically for animals in a zoo, not just animals in general. In a zoo, I’d want to be one of the prey animals. I feel sorry for the predatory animals in captivity. Genetically, predators desire to roam and hunt and kill and all of that is denied to them in a zoo. The prey animal is safe in the zoo (except when the zoo keepers kill them to make room for the young ones – a disgusting practice that should be banned).

About the Author:

L. S. O’Dea sees things a bit differently than most people. This is probably a bi-product of being the youngest of seven children in a time when TV was only worth watching in the evenings or Saturday mornings and there were no computers. Back then, kids had to amuse themselves and being five years younger than her closest sibling she was often the unwilling entertainment.
Since she was so much younger than her siblings, it was only reasonable that they knew how to do many things that she could not, such as read and write. One day, before she started kindergarten, she really wanted to learn how to spell her name. Her mother was busy cooking or cleaning (she had seven children to care for), so her brothers were instructed to help their baby sister.
After she learned how to spell her first and middle name (Linda Sue), she raced into the kitchen to share this new knowledge with her mother. She was so proud, standing tall and reciting the letters of her name. L-E-M-O-N H-E-A-D.
Her mother was not happy with her brothers and stopped what she was doing to teach Linda the correct way to spell her name. L. S. still receives a box of Lemonhead candy every year for Christmas.


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